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THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS, 



PREFACE. 



Beautiful flowers please, whatever their name and 
country; and so far as any brightness or fragrance may 
liave been preserved from the Aryan original in this 
paraplirase, it will no doubt be recognized by the reader 
of intelligence. Yet being so exotic, the poem demands 
a word or two of introduction. 

The "Gita Govinda," then, or "Song of Govind," is 
a Sanskrit idyl, or little pastoral drama, in which— 
under the form of Krishna, an incarnation of the 
god Vishnoo — the human soul is displayed in its re- 
lations alternately with earthly and celestial beauty. 
Krishna — at once human and divine — is first seen at- 
tracted by the pleasures of the senses (personified by 
the shepherdesses in the wood), and wasting his affec- 
tions upon the delights of their illusory world. Radha, 
the spirit of intellectual and moral beauty, comes to free 
him from this error by enkindling in his heart a desire 
for her own surpassing loveliness of form and character; 
and under the parable of a human passion — too glow- 
ingly depicted by the Indian poet for exact transcription 
— the gradual emancipation of Krishna from sensuous 
distractions, and his union with Radha in a high and 
spiritualized happiness, are portrayed. This general in- 
terpretation, at any rate, though disputed by certain au- 



4 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. 

thorities, is maintained by Jones, Lassen, and others; 
and has been followed, not without occasional diffi- 
culty, in the subjoined version. 

Lassen thus writes in his Latin prolegomena: "To 
speak my opinion in one word, Krishna is here the 
divinely-given soul manifested in humanity. . . . The 
recollection of this celestial origin abides deep in the 
mind, and even when it seems to slumber — drugged as 
it were by the fair shows of the world, the pleasures of 
visible things, and the intoxication of the senses — it now 
and again awakes, . . . full of yearning to recover the 
sweet serenity of its pristine condition. Then the soul be- 
gins to discriminate and to perceive that the love, which 
was its inmost principle, has been lavished on empty 
and futile objects; it grows a- wearied of things sensual, 
false, and uuenduring; it longs to fix its affection on 
that which shall be stable, and the source of true and 
eternal delight. Krishna — to use the imagery of this 
poem — thrones Radha in his heart, as the sole and only 
one who can really satisfy his aspirations. . . . 

"Radha is supreme in beauty, with a loveliness which 
is at once celestial, and yet enshrined in earthly mould. 
Her charms lift the mind to heavenly contemplations, 
and the God of Love, Kama, borrows his best weapons 
from them. She is forgiving and pitiful even towards 
her erring and lingering lover; she would meet him in 
returning if she could ; she grieves more than she blames; 
and once reconciled, is beyond measure tender. . . . The 
remedy for the illusions of sense — sansdra — is placed by 
all Hindoo philosophers in the understanding of true 
existence, and Radha, in my judgment, represents this 
remedy — being the personified contemplation of the 
divine beauty and goodness. . . . Such contemplation 
flies from and disowns the mind possessed by sensual 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 3 

objects, but goes to meet and gladly inhabit that which 
cousecrates itself, as Krishna's does, to the higher love. 
... It bewails its separation from tlie soul, as that 
which was its natural dwelling-place before the change- 
ful shows of mortal life banished it; and this is the mys- 
tery of mutual attraction between the mind and mental 
beauty, that the memory of the divine happiness does 
not die, but is revived by the recognition of truth, and 
returns to the perception of what things in love are 
worthless, and what are real and worthy. The affec- 
tion of liadha is jealous, and grants not the full sight 
of her charms, until the soul of its own accord abandons 
its preoccupations, and becomes filled with the desire of 
the true love. But upon the soul thus returning she 
lavishes her utmost tenderness; whereof to be the re- 
cipient is to have all wishes fulfilled and nothing lack- 
ing—to be tripta — 'well-contented.' Such, in my opin- 
ion, is the recondite significance of this poem, hidden 
under imagery but too luxuriant. The Indian poet 
seems, indeed, to have spent rather more labor in de- 
picting the phases of earthly passion than of that intel- 
lectual yearning by which the mind is lifted to the con- 
templation of divine things; . . . but the fable of the 
loves of Govinda and Kadha existing from antiquity, 
and being universally accepted, philosophy had to affix 
its doctrines to the story in such a way as that the vul- 
gar amours of those popular deities might present them- 
selves in a nobler aspect. " 

Nothing in the way of exposition needs to be added 
to these words. 

The great variety of measure in the original has been 
indicated by frequently varying the metre of this para- 
phrase, without meanwhile attempting to imitate the 
many very fanciful alliterations, assonances, and recur- 



6 TUE ELZEVin LIBRARY. 

ring choruses; of wliich last, however, two examplea 
have been introduced. Tlie " Gita Govinda," with these 
refrains and the musical accompaniments named and 
prescribed by the directions embodied in the text, must 
have been a species of Oriental opera. This raises the 
difficult and little-studied subject of ancient Hindoo 
music, upon which a passing word or two may not ap- 
pear impertinent. Sir William Jones says, " When I 
first read the songs of Jayadeva, who has prefixed to 
each the name of the mode in which it was to be sung, 
I had hopes of procuring the original music; but the 
Pundits of the South referred me to those of the West, 
and the Brahmans of the West would have sent me to 
those of the North, while they of Nepal and Cashmere 
declared that they had no ancient music, but imagined 
that the notes of the ' Gita Govinda ' must exist, if any- 
where, where the poet was born " (Sir W. Jones, vol. i. 
p. 440). 

Now the reason why this illustrious scholar could not 
find the score of the " Gita," was that music was always 
taught orally by the Hindoos, and therefore did not pass 
down from the old minstrels in any noted form. Yet 
there existed an elaborate science of melody among the 
ancient Indians; although, like the Greeks, the}'- under- 
stood little or nothing of harmony. The distinguishing 
feature of Hindoo airs was, and still is, an extremely 
fine gradation of notes; the semitone could be accurately 
divided into demi-semitones by the ear and voice of a 
practised "Gundharb" or "Goonee." This even now 
imparts a delicacy to the otherwise monotonous temple- 
singing, which all musicians would recognize; and they 
might find in such treatises as the " Sungeet Durpun," 
"I\agavibodha,"and "Rag mala," or " Chaplet of Mel- 
odies," complete and curious explanations of the Hindoo 



THE INDIAN SONG OF 80N0S. 7 

orchestra. In that fantastic system the old Aryan com- 
posers established six ragas, or divine fundamental airs, 
having- eacli five wives or raginees, and each of these 
producing eight melodious children; so that the ortho- 
dox repertory contained two hundred and forty separate 
songs. These songs had tiieir fixed occasion, subject, 
and season; all to be reverently observed; otherwise the 
deity presiding over each was not thought likely to at- 
tend and give perfect effect to the music. These lyric 
divinities are personified and described in such works 
as the "Ratnamala:" thus "Gurjjari" — a melody fre- 
quently indicated here by Jayadeva — is represented as 
a feminine minstrel of engaging mien, dressed in yellow 
bodice and red saree, richly bedecked with jewels and 
enthroned in a golden swing, as the third wife of the 
Raga MegTi. Musical science was divided into seven 
branches — Surudhyaya or sol-fa-ing, rag or melody, tal 
or time, nrit or rhythmical dancing, aurth or poetry, 
bhav or expression, and Jmsi, answering to method, 
"touch." The gamut contained seven notes singularly 
named — 8u was survj, the scream of the peacock; ri 
was rikhub, the cry of the parrot; gu was gundhur, the 
bleat of the sheep; mu was muddhun, the call of the 
crane ; pu stood for pimchum, and the note of the Ko'il ; 
dim for dJiyvut, the neigh of the horse; and ni fovni- 
Mad, the trumpeting of the elephant. Endless subtle- 
ties characterized their musical terms — thus tal or 
"time," is a word made up of the first letters from 
tand, the dance of Mahadeo, and las, the dance of Par- 
vati, his consort; but these are mere etymological nice- 
ties, characteristic of the hard language in which one 
single word may be written in a hundred and eight 
ways. Enough has been said to show, from sources 
which are perhaps somewhat out of general reach, that 



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a special accompaniment of music was prescribed foi 
the "Gita Govinda" when composed, which, could it 
be recovered, would add immensely to the interest of 
the Sanskrit Canticle; and indeed, even at present, any 
competent inquirer into the existing melodies of India, 
popular and sacred, might be rewarded by many ex- 
quisite airs worth the ear of European maestri them- 
selves. The Indians of to-day have still their dhoorpuds, 
or heroic ballads; their Icheals, ghuzuls, and rekldahs, 
love-songs of Mogul derivation; Xhoitdadras and nuktas, 
serenades of Hindoo origin; the tuppah, hummed by 
Hindi and Punjabi camel-drivers; the terana, or "song 
without words;" the palna, or cradle- song; the sohla, or 
marriage-strain; the stooti, or eulogistic chants; and the 
zikri, which are hymns of morality. Probably among 
these some echoes of the antique melodies of Jayadeva 
may be preserved; at any rate, such a list — and it might 
be largely extended — shows that Indian music well mer- 
its professional stud}'". 

Jayadeva, a native of Kinduvilva or Kendoli, in 
Burdwan or Tirhoot (for the locality is doubtful), 
wrote, according to Lassen, about 1150 a.d. The 
theme of the Indian poet's musical mystery-play is 
found in the tenth section of the Bhagavata, but Hin- 
doo literature and daily talk are full of this half-divine, 
half -human Krishna; and in turning into a religious 
canticle the loves of "Govinda" and Radha, Jayadeva 
might be sure that every native audience, present and 
to come, would understand his matter. The " Gita " ia 
to this hour very popular in India; but more so, doubt- 
less, because of its melodious versification and its ardent 
love-pictures than the profound and earnest meanings, 
for the sake of which this imperfect attempt has been 
hazarded. Extremely imperfect it is, and for exact 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 9 

Sanskrit scholars (among whose honorable number the 
Author has very slender claims to rank) of no account 
at all; yet something, however slight, may perhaps be 
done towards the closer acquaintance of England and 
India — an object always dear to the present writer — by 
this his second effort to popularize Indian classics. 
With the aid of Lassen (to whose labors and erudite 
guidance every grateful acknowledgment is here due) 
this "Song of Songs"' goes, for the most part, fairly 
pace for pace with the Sanskrit text; although much 
has had to be modified, and the last Sarga omitted, in 
order to comply with the canons of Western propriety. 
An English dress cannot— alas!— fail to destroy some- 
thing of the Asiatic grace of Radha; but in her own she 
is radiant, fascinating, and angelic, and seemed to teach; 
a lesson so well worth repeating, that this imitation of 
Jayadeva has been ventured upon. 



10 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY, 



INTRODUCTION, 



OM! 
REVERENCE TO GANESHAl 

The sky is clouded; and the wood resembles 

The sky, thick-arched with black Tamala boughs; 
O Radha, Radha! take this soul that trembles 

In life's deep midnight, to Thy golden house." 
So Nanda spoke, — and, led by Radha's spirit, 

The feet of Krishna found the road aright; 
Wherefore in bliss which ^11 high hearts inherit 

Together taste they Love's divine delight. 

He wlio wrote these tilings for thee, 
Of tlie Son of Wassoodee, 
Was the poet Jayadeva; 
Him Saraswati gave ever 
Fancies fair his mind to throng. 
Like pictures palace-walls along; 
Ever to his notes of love 
Lakshmi's mystic dancers move. 
If thy spirit seeks to brood 
On Hari glorious, Hari good; 
If it feeds on solemn nunibers' 
Dim as dreams and soft as durnbers, 
Lend thine ear to Jayadei\ 
Lord of all the spells that save 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 11 

Umapatidhara's strain 
Glows like roses after rain; 
Sharan's stream-like song is grand, 
If lis tide ye understand; 
Bard more wise beneath the sun 
Is not found ihan Govardhun; 
Dhoyi holds the listener still 
With his shlokes of subtle skill; 
But for sweet words suited well 
Jayadexa doth excel. 

{What follows is to the Music Malava and the Mode 

RUPAKA.) 

HYMN TO VISHNU. 

O THOU that held'st the blessed Yeda dry 
When all things else beneath the floods were hurled; 

Strong- Fish-God! Ark of Men! Jai! Jlari, jaif 
Hail, Keshav, hail! thou Master of the world! 

The round world rested on thy spacious nape; 

Upon thy neck, like a mere mole, it stood : 
O thou that took'st for us the Tortoise-shape, 

Hail, Keshav, hail! Ruler of wave and wood! 

The world upon thy curving tusk sate sure, 
Like the Moon's dark disc in her crescent pale; 

O thou who did'st for us assume the Boar, 
Immortal Conqueror! hail, Keshav, hail! 

When thou thy Giant-Foe didst seize and rend, ^ 

Fierce, fearful, long, and sharp were fang and nail; 

Thou who the Lion and the Man didst blend, 
Lord of the Universe ! hail, Narsingh, hail ! 



12 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. 

Wonderful Dwarf! — who with a threefold stride 
Cheated King Bali — where thy footsteps fall 

Men's sins, O Wamuna! are set aside. 

O Keshav, hail ! thou Help and Hope of all \ 

The sins of this sad earth thou didst assoil, 
The anguish of its creatures thou didst heal; 

Freed are we from all terrors by thy toil: 
Hail, Purshuram, hail! Lord of the biting steell 

To thee the fell Ten -Headed yielded life. 
Thou in dread battle laid'st the monster low! 

Ah, Rama! dear to Gods and men that strife; 
We praise thee, Master of the matchless bow ! 

With clouds for garments glorious thou dost fare. 
Veiling thy dazzling majesty and might, 

As when Yamuna saw thee with the share, 
A peasant — yet the King of Day and Night. 

Merciful-hearted ! when thou earnest as Boodh — 
Albeit 'twas written in the Scriptures so — 

Thou bad'st our altars be no more imbrued 
With blood of victims: Keshav 1 bending low 

We praise thee, Wielder of the sweeping sAvord, 
Brilliant as curving comets in the gloom, 

Whose edge shall smite the fierce barbarian horde; 
Hail to thee, Keshav! hail, and hear, and come, 

And fill this song of Jayadev with thee. 

And make it wise to teach, strong to redeem, 
And sweet to living souls. Thou Mystery! 
%Thou Light of Life! Thou Dawn beyond the dream! 

Fish! that didst outswira the flood; 
Tortoise! whereon earth hath stood; 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 13 

Boar! who with thy tush held'st high 
The world, that mortals might not die; 
Lion! who hast giants torn; 
Dwarf! who laugh'dst a king to scorn; 
Sole Subduer of the Dreaded! 
Slayer of the many-headed! 
Mighty Ploughman! Teacher tender I 
Of thine own the sure Defender! 
Under all tliy ten disguises 
Endless praise to thee arises. 

{WJiat follows is to the Music Guiujari and ilie Mode 

NlHSARA.) 

Endless praise arises, 
O thou God that liest 
Rapt, on Kumla's breast, 
Happiest, holiest, highest! 
Planets are thy jewels, 
Stars thy forehead-gems, 
Set like sapphires gleaming 
In kiugliest anadems; 
Even the great gold Sun-God, 
Blazing through the sky, 
Serves thee but for crest-stone, 
Jai, jai ! Had, jai ! 
As that Lord of day 
After night brings morrow, 
Thou dost charm away 
Life's long dream of sorrow. 
As on Mansa's water 
Brood the swans at rest, 
So thy laws sit stately 
On a holy breast. 



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O, Drinker of the poison \ 

Ah, high Delight of earth I 

What ligh-t is to the lotus-buds. 

What singing is to mirth. 

Art thou — art thou that slayedst 

Madhou and Narak grim ; 

That ridest on the King of Birds, 

Making all glories dim. 

With ej^es like open lotus-flowers. 

Bright in the morning rain. 

Freeing by one swift piteous glance 

The spirit from Life's pain: 

Of all the three Worlds Treasure ! 

Of sin the Putter-by I 

Of the Ten-Headed Victor! 

Jai Hari ! Hari ! jai ! 

Thou Shaker of the Mountain ! 

Thou Shadow of the Storm ! 

Thou Cloud that unto Lakshmi's face 

Comes welcome, white, and warm I 

O thou, — who to great Lakshmi 

Art like the silvery beam 

Which moon-sick chakors feed upon 

By Jumna's silent stream, — 

To thee this hymn ascendetb. 

That Jayadev doth sing, 

Of worship, love, and mystery; 

High Lord and heavenly King! 

And unto whoso hears it 

Do thou a blessing bring — 

Whose neck is gilt with yellow dust 

From lilies that did cling 

Beneath the breasts of Lakshmi, 

A girdle soft and sweet, 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 15 

"When in divine embracing 
The lips of Gods did meet; 
And the beating heart above 
Of thee — Dread Lord of Heaven! — 
Slie left that stamp of love — 
By such deep sign be given 
Prays Jayadev, the glory 
And the secret and the spells 
Which close-hid in this story 
Unto wise ears he tells. 

End of Introduction. 



SABGA THE FIRST. 

SAMODADAMODAEO. 
THE SPORTS OF KRISHNA. 

Beautiful Radha, jasmine-bosomed Radha, 
All in the Spring-time waited by the wood 
JFor Krishna fair, Krishna the all-forgetful, — 
Krishna with earthly love's false fire consuming — 
And some one of her maidens sang this song: — 

{What follows is to the Music Yasanta and the Mode 
Yati.) 

I know where Krishna tarries in these early days of 

Spring, 
When every wind from warm Malay brings fragrance 

on its wing; 



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Briugs fragrance stolen far away from thickets of the 

clove, 
In jungles where the bees hum and the Koil flutes her 

love; 
He dances with the dancers, of a merry morrice one, 
All in the budding Spring-time, for 'tis sad to be alone, 

I know how Krishna passes these hours of blue and 

gold. 
When parted lovers sigh to meet and greet and closely 

hold 
Hand fast in hand; and every branch upon the Vakul- 

tree 
Droops downward with a hundred blooms, in every 

bloom a bee ; 
He is dancing with the dancers to a laughter-moving 

tone. 
In the soft awakening Spriug-time, when 'tis hard to 

live alone. • 

Where Kroona flowers, that open at a lover's lightest 

tread, 
Break, and, for shame at what they hear, from white 

blush modest red ; 
And all the spears on all the boughs of all the Ketuk- 

glades 
Seem ready darts to pierce the hearts of wandering 

youths and maids; 
'Tis there thy Krishna dances till the merry drum is 

done, 
All in the sunny Spring-time, when who can live alone? 

Where the breaking-forth of blossom on the yellow 

Kcshra-sprays 
Dazzles like Kama's sceptre, whom all the world obeys; 



TEE INDIAN SONG OF SONGJS. n 

And P^tal-buds fill drowsy bees from pink delicious 

bowls, 
As Kama's nectared goblet steeps in languor human 

souls; 
There he dauces with the dancers, and of Radha thmk- 

eth none, 
All in the warm new Spring-tide, when none will live 

alone. 

Where the breath of waving Madhvi pours incense 

through the grove, 
And silken Mogras lull the sense with essences of 

love, — 
The silken-soft pale Mogra, whose perfume fine and 

faint 
Can melt the coldness of a maid, the sternness of ^ 

saint — 
There dances with those dancers thine other self, thine 

Own, 
All in the languorous Spring-time, when none will live 

alone, 

"Where — as if warm lips touched sealed eyes and waked 

them—all the bloom 
Opens upon the mangoes to feel the sunshine come; 
And Atimuktas wind their arms of softest green about. 
Clasping the stems, while calm and clear great Jumna 

spread eth out; 
There dances and there laughs thy Love, with damsels 

many and one,. 
In the rosy days of Spring-time, for he will not live 

alone. 

3IarJc tids song of Jayadev ! 
Deep as pearl in ocean-wave 



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Lurketh in its lines a wonder 
'Which the wise alone will ponder : 
Though it seemeth of the earth, 
Heavenly is the music's birth ; 
Telling darkly of delights 
In the wood, ofwobsted nights. 
Of witless days, and fruitless love, 
And false pleasures of the grove. 
And rash passions of the prime, 
And those dances of Spring-time ; 
Time, which seems so subtle-sweet, 
Time, which pipes to dancing feet, 
Ah I so softly — ah ! so sweetly — 
That among those wood-maids featly 
Krishna cannot choose but dance. 
Letting pass life's greater chance. 

Yet the winds that sigh so 

As they stir the rose, 
"Wake a sigli from Krishna 

Wistf uller than those ; 
All their faint breaths swinging 

The creepers to and fro 
Pass like rustling arrows 

Shot from Kama's bow: 
Thus among the dancers 

What those zephyrs bring 
Strikes to Krishna's spirit 

Like a darted sting. 

And all as if — far wandered — 
The traveller should hear 

The bird of home, the Ko'il, 
With nest-notes rich and clear; 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 19 

And there should come one moment 

A blessed fleeting dream 
Of the bees among the mangoes 

Beside his native stream; 
So flash those sudden yearnings, 

That sense of a dearer thing, 
The love and lack of Radha 

Upon his soul in Spring. 

^Then she, the maid of Radha, spake again; 
And pointing far away between the leaves 
Guided her lovely Mistress where to look. 
And note how Krishna wantoned in the wood 
Now with this one, now that; his heart, her prize. 
Panting with foolish passions, and his eyes 
Beaming with too much love for those fair girls — 
Fair, but not so as Radha; and she sang 

{What follows is to the 3Ius?g Ramagiri a7id the Mode 
Yati.) 

See, Lady! how thy Krishna passes these idle hours 
Decked forth in fold of woven gold, and crowned with 

forest-flowers; 
And scented with the sandal, and gay with gems of 

price — 
Rubies to mate his laughing lips, and diamonds like his 

eyes ; — 
In the company of damsels,* who dance and sing and 

play, 
Lies Krishna laughing, toying, dreaming his Spring 

away. 



* It will be observed tjiat the " Gopis" here personify the five 
senses. Lassen says, " Manifestum est puellis istis nil aliud 
significari quam res sensilesy 



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One, with star-blossomed cliampak wreathed, woes him 

to rest his head 
On the dark pillow of her breast so tenderly outspread; 
And o'er his brow with roses blown she fans a fragrance 

rare, 
That falls on the enchanted sense like rain in thirsty 

air, 
While the company of damsels wave many an odorous 

spray, 
And Krishna laughing, toying, sighs the soft Spring 

away. 

Another, gazing in his face, sits wistfully apart. 
Searching it with those looks of love that leap from heart 

to heart; 
Her eyes— afire with shy desire, veiled by their lashes 

black — 
Speak so that Krishna cannot choose but send the mes- 
sage back, 
In the company of damsels whose bright eyes in a ring 
Shine round him with soft meanings in the merry light 
of Spring. 
•» 

The third one of that dazzling band of dwellers in the 

wood — 
Body and bosom panting with the pulse of youthful 

blood — 
Leans over him, as in his ear a lightsome thing to 

speak, 
A-ud then with leaf-soft lip imprints a kiss below his 

cheek; 
A kiss that thrills, and Krishna turns at the silken touch 
To give it back — ah, Radha! forgetting thee too much. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 21 

And one with arch smile beclions him away from Jumna's 
ban lis, 

Where the tall bamboos bristle like spears in battle- 
ranks, 

And plucks his cloth to make him come into the mango. 
shade, 

Where the fruit is ripe and golden, and the milk and 
cakes are laid : 

Oh! golden-red the mangoes, and glad the feasts of 
Spring, 

And fair the flowers to lie upon, and sweet the dancers 
sing. 

Sweetest of all that Temptress who dances for him now 
AVith subtle feet which part and meet in the Ras-meas- 

ure slow. 
To the chime of silver bangles and the beat of rose-leaf 

hands, 
And pipe and lute and cymbal played by the woodland 

bands; 
So that wholly passion-laden — eye, ear, sense, soul o'er- 

come — 
Krishna is theirs in the forest; his heart forgets its home. 

Krishna, made for heavenly things, 
'Mid those woodland singers sings; 
With those dancers dances featJy , 
Gives hack soft embraces sweetly; 
Smiles on that one, toys wit?i this, 
Glance for glance and kiss for kiss; 
Meets the merry damsels fairly , 
Plays the round of folly rarely, 
Lapped in milk-warm spring-time ictaihcr, 
He and those brown girls together. 



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And this shadowed earthly low 

In the twilight of the grove, 

Dance and song and soft caresses, 

Meeting looks and tangled tresses, 

Jayadev the same hath writ. 

That ye might have gain of it. 

Sagely its deep sense conceiving 

And its inner light believing; 

How that Love — the mighty Master, 

Lord of all the stars that cluster 

In the sky, swiftest and slotcest, 

Lord of highest, Lord of lowest — 

Manifests himself to mortals. 

Winning them toward the portals 

Of his secret House, the gates 

Of that bright Paradise which icaits 

The wise in love. Ah, human creatures ! 

Even your phantasies are teachers. 

Mighty Love makes sweet in seeming 

Even Krishna's icoodland dreaming; 

Mighty Love sways all alike 

From self to selflessness. Oh ! strike 

From your eyes the veil, and see 

What Love willeth him to be 

Who in error, but in grace, 

Sitteth with that lotus face, 

And those eyes whose rays of lieaven 

Unto phantom-eyes are given; 

Holding f^sts of foolish mirth 

With these Visions of the earth; 

Learning love, and love imparting; 

Yet with sense of loss upstarting: — 

For the cloud that veils the fountains 

Underneath the Sandal mountains. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 23 

Hoio — as if the sunshine drew 

All its being to the blue — 

It takes flight, and seeks to rise 

High into the pure?' skies, 

High into the snow sind frost, 

On the shining summits lost ! 

Ah ! and hoio the KoW strain 

Smites the traveller with pain, — 

When the mango blooms in spring. 

And "■ Koohoo,'' " Koohoo," they sing — 

Pain of pleasures not yet icon, 

Pain of journeys not yet done, 

Pain of toiling without gaining, 

Pain, 'mid gladness, of still paining. 

But may He guide us all to glory high 
Who laughed when Radha glided, hidden, by, 
And all among those damsels free and bold 
Touched Krishna with a soft mouth, kind and cold; 
And like the others, leaning on his breast. 
Unlike the others, left there Love's unrest; 
And like the others, joining in his song. 
Unlike the others, made him silent long 

{Here ends that Savga of the Gita Govinda entitled 
Samodadamodaeo.) 



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8ARGA THE SECOND. 



KLESHAKESHAVO. 
THE PENITENCE OF KRISHNA. 

Thus lingered Krishna in the deep, green wood, 
And gave himself, too prodigal, to those; 
But Radha, heart-sick at his falliug-off, 
Seeing her heavenly beauty slighted so, 
Withdrew; and, in a bower of Paradise — 
Where nectarous blossoms wove a shrine of shade, 
Haunted by birds and bees of unknown skies — 
She sate deep-sorrowful, and sang this strain, 

(What follows is to the music Gurjjart and the Mode 
Yati.) 

Ah, my Beloved! taken with those glances, 
Ah, my Beloved! dancing those rash dances, 
Ah, Minstrel! playing wrongful strains so well; 

Ah, Krishna! Krishna, with the honeyed lip! 

Ah, Wanderer into foolish fellowship! 
My Dancer, my Delight! — I love thee still. 

O Dancer! strip thy peacock- crown away. 
Rise! thou whose forehead is the star of day, 

With beauty for its silver halo set; 
Come! thou whose greatness gleams beneath its shroud 
Like Indra's rainbow shining through the cloud — 

Come, for I love thee, my Beloved ! ytt. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 25 

Must love thee — cannot choose but love thee ever, 
My best Beloved— set on this endeavor, 

To win thy tender heart and earnest eye 
From lips but sadly sweet, from restless bosoms, 
To mine, O Krishna with tlie mouth of blossoms! 

To mine, thou soul of Krishna! yet I sigh 

Half hopeless, thinking of myself forsaken, 
And thee, dear Loiterer, in the wood o'ertaken 

With passion for those bold and wanton ones. 
Who knit thine arms as poison-plants gripe trees 
With twining cords — their flowers the braveries 

That flash in the green gloom, sparkling gauds and 
stones. 

My Prince ! my Lotus-faced ! my w^oe ! my love ! 
Whose broad brow, with the tilka-spot above, 

Shames the bright moon at full with fleck of cloud', 
Thou to mistake so little for so much ! 
Thou, Krishna, to be palm to pahn with such! 

O Soul made for my joys, pure, perfect, proud! 

Ah, my Beloved! in thy darkness dear; 
Ah, Dancer! with the jewels in thine ear, 
Swinging to music of a loveless love; 

my Beloved! in thy fall so high 
That angels, sages, spirits of the sky 

Linger about thee, w^atching in the grove. 

1 will be patient still, and draw thee ever. 
My one Beloved, sitting by the river 

Under the thick Kadambas with that throng: 
Will there not come an end to earthly madness? 
Shall I not, past the sorrow, have the gladness? 

Must not the love-light shine for him ere long? 



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. Shine, tliou Light by Radha giwn, 
Shine, thou splendid star of heaven I 
Be a lamp to Krishna's feety 
ShoiD to all hearts secrets sweet, 
Of the wonder and the love 
Jayadev hath wnt above. 
Be the quick Interpreter 
Unto wisest ears of her 
Who ahcays sings to all, " I wait, 
He loveth still who loveth late'' 

For (sang on that liigli Lady in tlie shade) 
My soul for tenderness, not blame, was made; 

Mine eyes look through his evil to his good ; 
My heart coins pleas for him; my fervent thought 
Prevents what lie will say when these are naught, 

And that which I am shall be understood. 

Then spake she to her maiden wistfully — 

{What folhiDS is to the Music MIlavagauda and the Mod6 
EkatalI) 

Go to him, — win him hither, — whisper low 
How he may find me if he searches well ; 

Say, if he will — joys past his hope to know 
Await him here; go now to him, and tell 

Where Radha is, and that henceforth she charms 
His spirit to her arms. 

Yes, go! say, if he will, that he may come— 
May come, my love, my longing, my desire; 

May come forgiven, shriven, to me his home. 
And make his happy peace; nay, and aspire 

To uplift Radha's veil, and learn at length 

What love is in its strength. 



TEE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 27 

Lead him; say softly I shall chide his blindness, 
And vex him with my angers; yet add this, 

He shall not vainly sue for loving-kindness, 
Nor miss to see me close, nor lose the bliss 

That lives upon my lip, -nor be denied 

The rose- throne at my side. 

Say that I — Radha — in my bower languish 
All widowed, till he find the way to me; 

Say that mine eyes are dim, my breast all anguish. 
Until with gentle murmured shame I see 

His steps come near, his anxious pleading face 

Bend for my pardoning grace. 

While I — what, did he deem light love so tender, 
To tarry for them when the vow was made 

To yield him up my bosom's maiden splendor, 
And fold him in my fragrance, and unbraid 

My shining hair for him, and clasp him close 

To the gold heart of his Rose, 

And sing him strains which only spirits know, 
And make him captive with the silk-soft chain 

Of twinned-wings brooding round him, and bestow 
Kisses of Paradise, as pure as rain ; 

My gems, my moonlight-pearls, my girdle-gold. 
Cymbaling music bold? 

While gained for ever, I shall dare to grow 
Life to life with him, in the realms divine; 

And — Love's large cup at happy overflow. 
Yet ever to be filled — his eyes and mine 

Shall meet in that glad look, when Time's great gate 
Closes and shuts out Fate. 



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Listen to the unsaid things 

Of the song which Radha sings. 

For the soul draics near to bliss. 

As it coynprehendeth this. 

1 am Jayadev, who write 

All this subtle-rich delight 

For your teaching. Ponder, then. 

What it tells to Gods and men. 

Err not, tDatching Krishna gay. 

With those broicn girls all at play; 

Understand how Radha charms 

Her wandering lover to her arms. 

Waiting with dimnest love 

Till his dream ends in the grove. 

For even now (she sang) I see him pause, 

Heart-stricken with the waste of heart he makes 

Amid them; — all the bows of their bent brows 
Wound him no more: no more for all their sakes 

Plays he one note upon his amorous lute, 

But lets the strings lie mute. 

Pensive, as if his parted lips should say — 

" My feet with the danoes are weary. 

The music has dropped from the song, 
There is no more delight in the lute-strings, 

Sweet Shadows! what thing has gone wrong? 
The wings of the wind have left fanning 

Tlie palms of the glade; 
They are dead, and the blossoms seem dying 

In the place where we played. 

•' We will play no more, beautiful Shadows! 
A fancy came solemn and sad. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS, 29 

More sweet, with unspeakable longings, 
Thau the best of the pleasures we had : 

I am not uow the Krishna who kissed you; 
That exquisite dream, — 

The Vision I saw in my dancing — 
Has spoiled what you seem. 

'Ah! delicate phantoms that cheated 

With eyes that looked lasting and true, 
I awake, — I have seen her, — my angel — 

Farewell to the wood and to you! 
Oh, whisper of wonderful pity! 

Oh, fair face that shone! 
Though thou be a vision, Diviuest! 

This vision is done." 

{Here ends that Sarga of the Gita Govinda entitled KLEgH- 

AKESHAVO.) 



SABGA THE THIRD. 



MUGDHAMADHUSUDANO. 
KRISHNA TROUBLED. 

Thereat, — as one who welcomes to her throne 
A new-made Queen, and brings before it bound 
Her enemies, — so Krishna in his heart 
Throned Radha; and — all treasonous follies chained- 
He played no more with those first play-fellows: 
But, searching throtigh the shadows of the grove 
For loveliest Radha, — when he found her not 



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Faint with the quest, despairing, lonely, lorn, 
And pierced with shame for wasted love and days, 
He sate by Jumna, where the canes are thick, 
And sang to the wood-echoes words like these: 

( What follows is to the Music GuEjJARt and the Modi 
Yati.) 

Radha, Enchantress ! Radha, queen of all! 

Gone — lost, because she found me sinning here; 
And I so stricken with my foolish fall, 

I could not stay her out of shame and fear; 
She will not hear; 
In her disdain and grief vainly I call. 

And if she heard, what would she do? what say ? 

How could I make it good that I forgot? 
What profit was it to me, niglit and day. 

To live, love, dance, and dream, having her not? 
Soul without spot! 
I wronged thy patience, till it sighed away. 

Sadly I see the truth. Ah! even now 
Remembering that one look beside the river, 

Softer the vexed eyes seem, and the proud brow 
Than lotus-leaves when the bees make them quiver. 
My love forever! 

Too late is Krishna wise — too far art thou! 

Yet all day long in my deep heart I woo thee. 
And all niglit long with thee my dreams are sweet; 

Why, then, so vainly must my steps pursue thee? 
Why can I never reach thee to entreat. 
Low at thy feet. 

Dear vanished Splendor! till m}-- tears subdue thee? 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 81 

Surpassiug One! I knew thou didst not brook 
Half-hearted worship, and a love that wavers; 

Haho! there is the wisdom I mistook, 
Therefore I seek with desperate endeavors; 
Tliat fault dissevers 

Me from my heaven, astiay — condemned — forsook! 

And yet I seem to feel, to know, thee near me; 

Thy steps make music, measured music, near; 
Radha! my Radha! will not.«orro\v clear me? 

Shine once! speak one word pitiful and dear! 
Wilt thou not hear? 
Canst thou — because I did forget — forsake me? 

Forgive! the sin is sinned, is past, is over; 

No thought I think shall do Ihee wrong again; 
Turn thy dark eyes again upon thy lover, 

Bright Spirit! or I perish of this pain. 
Loving again! 
In dread of doom to love, but not recover. 

So did KrisJina sinr/ ami sigh 

By the river -hank; and I, 

Jayadev of Kinduvilva. 

Resting — as the moon of siher 

Sits upon the solemn ocean — 

On full faith, in deep devotion; 

Tell it that ye ma,y perceive 

How the heart mnst fret and grieve; 

How the soul doth tire of earth, 

When the love from Heav'n hath hirth. 

For (sang he on) I am no foe of thine, 
There is no black snake, Kama ! in my hair: 



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Blue lotns-leaves, and not the poisoned brine, 
Shadow my neck; what stains my bosom bare, 
Thou God unfair! 
Is sandai'dust, not ashes; nought of mine 

Makes me like Shiva that thou, Lord of Love! 

Sliouldst strain thy string at me and fit thy dart; 
Tliis world is thine — let me one breast thereof 

W.hich bleeds already, wounded to the heart 
With lasting smart, 
Shot from those brows that did my sin reprove. 

Thou gavest her those black brows for a bow 

Arched like thine own, whose pointed arrows seem 

Her glances, and the underlids that go — 

So firm and fine — its string? Ah, fleeting gleam! 
Beautiful dream! 

Small need of Kama's help hast thou, I trow, 

To smite me to the soul with love; — but set 
Those arrows to their silken cord I enchain 

My thoughts in that loose hair! let thy lips, wet 
With dew of heaven as bimba-buds with rain, 
Bloom precious pain 

Of longing in my heart; and, keener yet, 

The heaving of thy lovely, angry bosom. 
Pant to my spirit things unseen, unsaid; 

But if thy touch, thy tones, if the dark blossom 
Of thy dear face, thy jasmine-odors shed 
From feet to head. 

If these be all with me, canst thou be far— be tied ? 

So sang he, and I pray tliat whoso hears 
The music of his burning Iwpes and fears. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF 80NGS. 83 

That whoso sees this msion by the River 

Of Krislma, Hari, {can we name him emrf) 

And marks his ear-ring rubies swinging slow, 

As he sits still, unheedfal, bending low 

To play this tune upon his lute, lohile all 

Listen to catch the sadness musical; 

And Krishna wotteth nought, but, with set face 

Turned full toward Radhn's, plays on in that place; 

May all such souls — prays Jayadev — be wise 

To learn the wisdom which hereunder lies. 

{Here ends that 8arga of the Oeta Govinda enMbd 

MUGDHAMADHUSUDANO. ) 



8ARGA THE FOURTH 

SOTGDHAMADHUSUDANO. 

KRISHNA CHEERED. 

Then she whom Radha sent came to the canes — 
The caties beside the river where lie hxy 
With listless limbs and spirit weak from love; — 
And she sang this to Krishna wistfully. 

( What foUoiDs is to the Music .Kaenata and tlie Mode 
Ekatal!.) 

Art thou sick for Radha? she is sad in turn, 
Heaven foregoes its blessings, if it holds not thee; 

All the cooling fragrance of sandal she doth spurn, 
Moonlight makes her mournful with radiance silvery; 



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Even the southern breeze blown fresh from pearly seas, 

Seems to her but tainted by a dolorous brine; 
And for thy sake discontented, with a great love over- 
laden, 
Her soul comes here beside thee, and sitteth down 
with thine. 

Her soul conies here beside thee, and tenderly and true 
It weaves a subtle mail of proof to ward off sin and 
pain ; 
A breastplate soft as lotus-leaf, with holy tears for dew. 
To guard thee from the things that hurt; and then 'tis 
gone again 
To strew a blissful place with the richest buds that grace 
Kama's sweet world, a meeting-spot with rose and jas- 
mine fair, 
For the hour when, well-contented, with a love no 

longer troubled, 
Thou shalt find the way to Radha, and finish sorrows 
there. 

But now her lovely face is shadowed by her fears; 
Her glorious eyes are veiled and dim like moonlight in 
eclipse 
By breaking rain-clouds, Krishna! yet she paints you in 
her tears 
With tender thoughts — not Krishna, but brow and 
breast and lips 
And form and mien a King, a great and god like thing; 
And then with bended head she asks grace from the 
Love Divine, 
To keep tliee discontented with tlie phantoms thou for- 
swearest, 
Till she may win her glory, and thou be raised to thine. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 85 

Softly DOW she sayetli, 

" Krishna, Krishna, come!" 
Lovingly she prayeth, 

" Fair moon, light him home." 
Yet if Hari helps not, 

Moonlight cannot aid; 
Ah! the woeful Radha! 

Ah! the forest shade! 

Ah ! if Hari guide not. 

Moonlight is as gloom; 
Ah! if moonlight help not. 

How shall Krishna come? 
Sad for Krishna grieving 

In the darkened grove; 
Sad for Radha weaving 

Dreams of fruitless love! 

Strike soft strings to this soft measure. 
If thine ear would catch its treasure; 
Slowly dance to this deep song, 
Let its meaning float along 
With grave paces, since it tells 
Of a love that siceeily dicells 
In a tender distant glory, 
Past all faults of mortal story. 

{What folloios is to the Music Deshaga and the Mode 
EkatalI.) 

Krishna, till thou come unto her, faint she lies with love 

and fear! 
Even the jewels of her necklet seem a load too great to 

hear. 



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Krishna, till thou come unto her, all the sandal and the 

flowers 
Yex her with their pure perfection though they grow in 

heavenly bowers. 

Krishna, till thou come unto her, fair albeit those bowers 

may be. 
Passion burns her, and love's fire fevers her for lack of 

thee. 

Krishna, till thou come unto her, those divine lids, dark 

and tender. 
Droop like lotus-leaves in rain-storms, dashed and heavy 

in their splendor. 

Krishna, till thou come unto her, that rose-couch which 

she hath spread 
Saddens with its empty place, its double pillow for one 

head. 

Krishna, till thou come unto her, from her palms she will 

not lift 
The dark face hidden deep within them like the moon in 

cloudy rift. 

Krishna, till thou come unto her, angel though she be, 

thy Love 
Sighs and suffers, waits and watches — joyless 'mid those 

joys above. 

Krishna, till thou come unto her, with the comfort of thy 

kiss 
Deeper than thy loss, O Krishna! must be loss of Radha's 

bliss. 



THE INDIAN- SONG OF iSONGS. 87 

Krishna, while thou didst forget her — her, thy life, thy 

gentle fate — 
Wonderful her waiting was, her pity sweet, her patience 

great. 

Krishna, come! 'tis grief untold to grieve her — shame to 

let her sigh; 
Como, for she is sick with love, and thou her only 

remedy. 

So she sang, and Jayadeva 

Prays for all, and prays for ever^ 

That Great Hari may bestow 

Utmost bliss of loving so 

On us all; — that one who wore 

Ihe herdsman's form, and heretofore, 

To save the shepherd's threatened flock, 

Up from the earth reared the huge roch-^ 

Bestow it with a gracious hand. 

Albeit, amid the woodland band, 

Clinging close in fond caresses 

Krishna gave them ardent kisses, 

Taking on his lips divine 

Earthly stamp and looodland sign. 

{Here ends that Sarga of the GUa Govinda entitled 
Snigdhamadhusudajsto. 



THE ELZEVIR LIBBART. 



SARQA TEE FIFTH. 



SAKANDKSHAPUNDAEIKAKSHO. 
THE LONGINGS OF KRISHNA. 

" Say I am here! oh, if she pardons me, 
Say where I am, and wiu her soflly hither," 
So Krishna to the maid; and willingly 
She came again to Radha, and she sang 

{What follows is to the Music Deshivaradi and the Mode 
Rl'paka.) 

Low whispers the wind from Malaya 

Overladen with love; 
On the liills all the grass is burned yellow; 

And the trees in the grove 
Droop with tendrils that mocli by their clinging 

The thoughts of the parted ; 
And there lies, sore-sighing for thee, 

Tl»y love, altered-hcarted. 

To him the moon's icy-chill silver 

Is a sun at midday; 
The fever he burns with is deeper 

Tlian starlight can stay: 
Lil^e one wlio falls stricken by arrows, 

With the color departed 
From all but liis red wounds, so lies 

Thy love, bleeding-hearted. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 89 

To the music the banded bees make him 

He close th his ear; 
In the blossoms their small horns are blowing 

The honey-song clear; 
But as if every stiug to his bosom 

Its smart had imparted. 
Low lies by the edge of the river, 

Thy love, achiug-hearted. 

By the edge of the river, far wandered 

From Ills once beloved bowers, 
And the haunts of his beautiful playmates, 

And the beds strewn with flowers; 
Now thy name is his playmate — that only! — 

And the hard rocks upstarted 
From the sand make the couch where hejies, 

Thy Krishna, sad-hearted. 

Oh may Harifill each soul, 
A^ these gentle verses roll 
Telling of the anguish borne 
By kindred ones asunder torn! 
Oh may Hari unto each 
All the lore of loving teach. 
All the pain and all the bliss; 
Jayadeva prayeth this ! 

Yea, Lady! in the self-same spot he waits 
AVhcre with thy kiss thou taught'st him utmost love, 
xVnd drew him, as none else draws, with thy look; 
And all day long, and all night long, his cry 
is " Radha, Iladha," like a spell said o'er; 
And in his heart there lives noAvish nor hope 
Save only this, to slake his spirit's tliirst 
For Radha's love on Radha's lips; and [\vA 
Peace in the immortal beaut v of thy I)i.>\v. 



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( What follows is to the Music Gurjjari and the Mode 
EkatalI.) 

Mistress, sweet and bright and lioly! 

Meet liim in tliat place; 
Cliange liis clieerless melanclioly 

Into joy and grace; 
If tliou liast forgiven, vex not; 

If tliou lovest, go ; 
Watcliing ever by tlie river, 

Krislina listens low : 

Listens low, and on his reed there 

Softly sounds by name, 
Maliing even mute things plead there 

For his hope: 'tis shame 
That, while winds are welcome to him. 

If from thee they blow, 
Mournful ever by the river 

Krishna waits thee so 1 

When a bird's wing stirs the roses, 

"When a leaf falls dead, 
Twenty times he recomposes 

The flower-seat he has spread: 
Twenty times, with anxious glances 

Seeking thee in vain, 
Sighing ever by the river, 

Krishna droops again, 

Loosen from thy foot the bangle, 

Lest its golden bell. 
With a tiny, tattling jangle, 

Any false tale tell; 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 41 

If thou fearest that the moonlight 

"Will thy glad face know, 
Draw tliose dark braids lower, Ladyl 

But to Krishna go. 

Swift and still as lightning's splendor 

Let thy beauty come, 
Sudden, gracious, dazzling, tender. 

To his arms — its home: 
Swift as Indra's yellow lightning, 

Shining through the night. 
Glide to Krishna's lonely bosom, 

Take him love and light. 

Grant, at last, love's utmost measure, 

Giving, give the whole; 
Keep back nothing of the treasure 

Of thy priceless soul: 
Hold with both hands out unto him 

Thy chalice, let him drain 
The nectar of its dearest draught. 

Till not a wish remain. 

Only go — the stars are setting, 

And thy Krishna grieves; 
Doubt and anger quite forgetting, 

Hasten through the leaves: 
Wherefore didst thou lead him heav'nward 

But for this thing's sake? 
Comfort him with pity, Radhal 

Or his heart must break. 

But while Ja2/adeva writes 
This rare tale of deep delights — 
Jaijadev, whose heart is given 
Unto Ilari, Lord in Heaven — 



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See that ye too, as ye read, 
With a glad and humble heed, 
Bend your brows before His face, 
That ye may have bliss and grace. 

And then the Maid, compassionate, sang on— 

Lady, most sweet! 

For thy coming feet 
He listens in the wood, Avith love sore-tried; 

Faintly sighing, 

Lil^e one a-dying. 
He sends his thoughts afoot to meet his bride. 

Ah, silent one! 

Sunk is the sun, 
Tiie darkness falls as deep as Krishna's sorrow ; 

The chakor's strain 

Is not more vain 
Thau mine, and soon gray dawn will bring white 
morrow. 

And thine own bliss 

Delays by this ; 
The utmost of thy heaven comes only so 

When, with hearts beating 

And passionate greeting. 
Parting is over, and the parted grow 

One — one for ever! 

And the old endeavor 
To be so blended is assuaged at last; 

And the glad tears raining 

Have nought remaining 
Of (Inul)t or 'plaining; and the dread has passed 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 43 

Out of each face. 

In the close embrace. 
That by-and-by embracing will be over; 

The ache that causes 

Those mournful pauses 
In bowers of earth between lover and lover: 

To be no more felt. 

To fade, to melt 
In the strong certainty of joys immortal; 

In the glad meeting, 

And quick sweet greeting 
Of hps that close beyond Time's shadowy portal. 

And to thee is given, 

Angel of Heaven! 
This glory and this joy with Krishna. Go! 

Let him attain, 

For his long pain, 
The prize it promised, — see thee coming slow. 

A vision first, but then — 

By glade and glen — 
A lovely, loving soul, true to its home; 

His Queen — his Crown — his All, 

Hast'ning at last to fall 
Upon his breast, and live there. Radha, come ! 

Come! and come thou, Lord of all. 
Unto whom the Three Woi^Ids call; 
Thou, that didst in angry might, 
Kansa, like a comet, smite ; 
Thou, that in thy passion tender. 
An incarnate spell and splendor, 
Hung on Radha's glorious face — 
In the garb of Krishna's grace — 



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As above the bloom the bee, 
When the honeyed revelry 
Is too subtle- sweet an one 
Not to hang arid dally on ; 
Thou that art the Three Worlds' 
Of life the light, of every story 
The meaning and the mark, of love 
The root and flower, <?' the sky above 
The blue, of bliss the heart, of those. 
The lovei's, that which did impose 
Ihe gentle late, that each shmild be 
The other's Heav'n and harmony. 
{Here ends that Sarga of the Otta Govinda entitled 
Sakandkshapundarikaksho.) 



SARGA THE SIXTH. 



DHRISHTAVAIKUNTO. 

KRISHNA MADE BOLDER. 
But seeing that, for all her loving will, 
The flower-soft feet of Radha had not power 
To leave their place and go, she sped again — 
That maiden — and to Krishna's eager ears 
Told how it fared with his sweet mistress there. 

(What follows is to the Music Gondakir! and the Mode 

RUPAKA.) 

Krishna! 'tis thou must come, (she sang) 
Ever she waits thee in heavenly boAver; 

The lotus seeks not the wandering bee, 
The bee must find the flower. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 45 

All the wood over her deep eyes roam, 

Marvelling sore where tarries the bee, 
Who leaves such lips of nectar unsought 

As those that blossom for thee. 

Her steps would fail if she tried to come, 
Would falter and fail, with yearning weak; 

At the first of tlie road they would falter and pause. 
And the way is strange to seek. 

Find her where she is sitting, then, 

With lotus-blossom on ankle and arm 
Wearing thine emblems, and musing of nought 

But the meeting to be — glad, warm. 

To be — *^ but wherefore tarrietli he?" 

" What can stay or delay him? — go! 
See if the soul of Krishna comes," 

Ten times she sayeth to me so; 

Ten times lost in a languorous swoon, 
" Now he Cometh — he cometli," she cries; 

And a love-look lights her eyes in the gloom, 
And the darkness is sweet with her sighs. 

Till, watching in vain, she sinks again 
Under the shade of the whispering leaves. 

With a heart too full of its love at last 
To heed how her bosom heaves. 

Shall not these fair verses swell 
The member of the wise toho dwell 
In the realm of Kama's bliss ^ 
Jayadev prayeth this, 
Jayadev, the bard of Love, 
Servant of the Gods above. 



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For all so strong in Heaven itself 

Is Love, that Radha sits drooping there, 

Her beautiful bosoms panting with thought, 
And the braids drawn back from her ear. 

And — angel albeit — her rich lips breathe 
Sighs, if sighs were ever so sweet; 

And — if spirits can tremble — she trembles now 
From forehead to jewelled feet, 

And her voice of music sinks to a sob, 
And her eyes, like eyes of a ninted roe. 

Are tender with looks of yielded love, 
With dreams dreamed long ago; 

Long — long ago, but soon to grow truth. 

To end, and be waking and certain and true; 

Ot which dear surety murmur her lips. 
As the lips of sleepers do: 

And, dreaming, she loosens her girdle-pearls. 
And opens lier arras to the empty air. 

Then starts, if a leaf of the champak falls. 
Sighing, " O leaf! is he there?" 

Why dost thou linger in this dull spot, 
Haunted by serpents and evil for thee? 

iVliy not hasten to Nanda's House? 
It is plain, if thine eyes could see. 

May Ihe^e icorda of MgJi endeavor — 
Full of (J race and genile favor — 
Find out tlio^e nhose hearts can feel 
What the message did reveal. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 47 

Wo?'ds that EadJia's messenger 

Unto Krishna took from her, 

Sloicly guiding him to come 

Through the forest to his home. 

Guiding him to find the road 

Which led — though long — to Love's abode. 

{Here ends that Sarga of the Gifa Govinda entitled 

DlIIlISHTAVAIKUNTO. ) 



SABGA THE SEVENTH. 



VIPPiALABDHAVAENANE 

N A a A R A N A E A Y A li . 

KRISHNA SUPPOSED FALSE. 

Meantime the moon, the rolling moon, clonib high, 
A.n(l over all A^rindavanti it shone; 
Tiie moon Avhicli on the front of gentle niglit 
Gleams lil^e the chundnn-mark on beauty's brow; 
The conscious moon which hath its silver fjico 
Marred with the shame of hghliug earthly loves: 

And while the round white lamp of earth ro?e hiiilicr, 
And still he tarried, Radha, petulant, 
^.vun^ soft impatience and half-earnest fears. 

'■ yi'hatfolloroH is to the Music jMalava and the Mode Yati.) 
'Tis time! — he comes not! — will he come? 

Can he leave me thus to pine? 
Tami he kam sharanani! 
Ahl what refuge then is mine? 



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For his sake I sought the wood, 
Threaded dark and devious ways; 

Yd mi lie kam ■sharanam ! 
Cau it be Krishna betrays? 

Let me die then, and forget 
Anguish, patience, hope, and fear; 

Yami he kam sharanam ! 
Ah, why have I held him dear? 

Ah, this soft night torments me, 
Thinking that his faithless arms— 

Yami lie kam sharanam ! — 
Clasp some shadow of my charms. 

Fatal shadow — foolish mock! 

When the great love shone confessed; 
Yami he kam sharanam ! 

Krishna's lotus loads my breast; 

'Tis too heavy, lacking him; 

Like a broken flower I am — 
Necklets, jewels, what are ye? 

Yami he kam sharanam ! 

Yami he kam sharanam ! 

The sky is still, the forest sleeps; 
Krishna forgets — he loves no more; 

He fails in faith, and Radha weeps. 

But the poet Jayadet — 
He who is great Hari's slave, 
He iclio finds asylum siceet 
Only at great HarVsfeei; 
He who for your comfort sings 
All th'S to the Vina's sirinoN — 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 49 

Prays tliat Radha's tender moan 
In your hearts he thought iqion, 
And that all her holy grace 
Live there like the loved one's face. 

Yet, if I wrong him (sang she)— can he fail? 

Could any in the wood win back his kisses? 
Gould any softest lips of earth prevail 

To hold him from my arms? any love-blisses 

Blind him once more to mine? O Soul, my prizel 
Art thou not merely hindered at this hour? 

Sore-wearied, wandering, lost? how otherwise 
Shouldst thou not hasten to the bridal-bower? 

But seeing far away that Maiden come 

Alone, with eyes cast down and lingering steps, 

Again a little while she feared to hear 

Of Krishna false; and her quick thoughts took shape 

In a line jealousy, with words like these— 

Something then of earth has held him 

From his home above, 
Some one of those slight deceivers — 

Ah, my foolish love! 

Some new face, some winsome playmate, 

With her hair untied, 
And the blossoms tangled in it, 

Woos him to her side. 

On the dark orbs of her bosom- 
Passionately heaved — 

Sink and rise the warm, white pearl-strings, 
Oh, my love deceived 1 



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Fair? yes, yesl the rippled shadow 

Of that midnight hair 
Shows above her brow — as clouds do 

O'er the moou — most fair: 

And she knows, with wilful paces, 

How to make her zone 
Gleam and please him; and her ear-rings 

Tinkle love ; and grown 

Coy as he grows fond, she meets him 

With a modest show; 
Shaming truth with truthful seeming, 

While her laugh— light, low— 

And her subtle mouth that murmurs. 

And her silken cheek, 
And her eyes, say she dissembles 

Plain as speech could speak. 

Till at length, a fatal victress, 

Of her triumph vain, 
On his neck she lies and smiles there:^ 

Ah, my Joy!— my Pain! 

But may Radha'sfond annoy. 
And may Krishna's daicningjoyy 
Warm and waken love more fit — 
Jayndeva prayeth it — 
And the griefs and sins assuage 
Of this blind and evil age. 

O Moon! (she sang) that art so pure and pale. 
Is Krishna wan like thee with lonely wailing? 

O lamp of love! art thou the lover's friend, 

And wilt not bring him, my long pain abating? 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 51 

O fruitless moon! thou dost increase my pain; 
O faitliless Krishna! I have striven in vain. 

And tlien, lost in her fancies sad, she moaned — 



{What follows is to the Music GurjjarI and the Mode 
Ekatali.) 

lu vaiD, in vain! 
Earth will of earth! I mourn more than I blame; 

If he had known, he would not sit aud paint 
The tilka on her smooth black brow, nor claim 

Quick kisses from her yielded lips — false, faint— » 
False, fragrant, fatal ! Krishna's quest is o'er 
By Jumna's shore! 

Vain — it was vaiu ! 
The temptress was too near, the heav'n too far; 

I can but weep because he sits aud ties 
Garlands of tire-flowers for her loosened hair. 

And in its silken shadow veils his eyes 
And buries his fond face. Yet I forgave 
By Jumna's wave! 

Vainly! all vain! 
Make then the most of that whereto thou'rt given. 

Feign her thy Paradise — tliy liove of loves; 
Say that her eyes are stars, her face the heaven, 

Her bosoms the two worlds, with sandal groves 
Famtscented, and the kiss marks — ah, th}' dream 
By Jumna's stream! 

It shall be vain! 
And vain to string the emeralds on her arm 
Aud hang the milky pearls upon her neck, 



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Saying they are not jewels, but a swarm 

Of crowded, glossy bees, come there to suck 
The rosebuds of her breast, the sweetest flowers 
Of Jumna's bowers. 

That shall be vain ! 
Nor wilt thou so believe thine own blind wooing, 

Nor slake thy heart's thirst even with the cup 
Which at the last she brims for thee, undoing 
Her girdle of carved gold, and yielding up, 
Love's uttermost: brief the poor gain and pride 
By Jumna's tide 

Because still vain 
Is love that feeds on shadow; vain, as thou dost, 

To look so deep into the phantom eyes 
For that which lives not there; and vain, as thou must, 

To marvel why thy painted pleasure flies, 
When the fair, false wings seemed folded for ever 
By Junma's river. 
And vain ! yes, vain ! 
For me too is it, having so much striven, 

To see this fine snare take thee, and tliy soul 
Which should have climbed to mine, and shared my 
heaven. 
Spent on a lower loveliness, whose whole 
Passion of love were but a parody 

Of that kept here for thee. 
Ahaha! vain! 
For on some isle of Jumna's silver stream 

He gives all that they ask to those dull eyes. 
While mine which are his angel's, mine which gleam 

With light that might have led him to the skies— 
That almost led him — are eclipsed with tears 
Wailing my fruitless prayers. 



THE INDIAN BONO OF SONGS. 53 

But thou, good Friend, 
Hang not thy head for shame, nor come so slowl}^ 

As one whose message is too hard to tell; 
If thou must say Krishna is forfeit wholly — 

Wholly forsworn and -lost — let the grief dwell 
Where the sin doth, — except in this sad lieart, 
Which cannot shun its part. 

great Ilari ! purge from wrong 
The sold of 1dm who icrites this song; 
Purge the souls of those that read 
From everg fault of thought and deed; 
With thy blessed light assuage 
The darkness of this exil age I 
Jayadev the hard of love, 
Servant of the Gods above, 
Prays it for himself and you — 
Gentle hearts who listen / — too. 

Then in this other strain she wailed his loss — 
{What follows is to the IIusicDbsh ay ahadi and the Mode 

RUPAKA.) 

She, not Radha, wins the crown 

Whose false lips were dearest; 
What was distant gain to hmi 

When sweet loss stood nearest? 
Love her, therefore, lulled to loss 

On her fatal bosom ; 
Love her with such love as she 

Can give back in the blossom. 

Love her, O thou rash lost soul ! 

With thy thousand graces; 
Coin rare thoughts into fair words 

For her face of faces: 



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Praise it, fling away for it 

Life's purpose in a sigh, 
All for those lips like flnwer-leaves, 

And lotus-dark deep eye. 

Nay, and thou shalt be happy too 

Till the fond dream is over; 
And she shall taste delight to hear 

The wooing of her lover; 
The breeze that brings the sandal up 

From distant green Malay, 
Shall seem all fragrance in the night, 

All coolness in the day. 

The crescent moon shall seem to swim 

Only that she may see 
The glad eyes of my Krishna gleam, 

And her soft glances he; 
It shall be as a silver lamp 

Set in the sky to show 
The rose-leaf palms that cling and clasp. 

And the breast that beats below. 

The thought of parting shall not lie 

Cold on their throbbing lives, 
The dread of ending shall not chill 

The glow beginning gives; 
She in her beauty dark shall look — 

As long as clouds can be — 
As gracious as the rain-time cloud 

Kissing the shining sea. 

And he, amid his playmates old, 

At least a little while, 
Shall not breathe forth again the sigh 

That spoils the song and smile; 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 55 

Shall be left wnolly to his choice, 

Free for his pleasant sin, 
With the golden-girdled damsels 

Of the bowers I found him in. 

For me. his Angel, only 

The sorrow and the smart, 
The pale grief sitting on the brow 

The dead hope in the heart; 
For me the loss of losing, 

For me the ache and dearth ; 
My king crowned with the wood-flowers! 

My fairest upon earth! 

Han, Lord and King of love ! 
From thy throne of light above 
Stoop to help us, deign to take 
Our spirits to tJiee for the sake 
Of this song, which speaks the fears 
Of all who weep with Uadha's tears. 

But love is strong to pardon, slow to part, 
And still the Lady, in her fancies, sang — 

Wind of the Indian stream! 
A little — oh! a little — breathe once more 
The fragrance like his mouth's! blow from thy shore 
A last word as he fades into a dream; 

Bodiless Lord of love! 
Show him once more to me a minute's space, 
My Krishna, with the love-look in his face. 
And then I come to my own place above; 

I will depart and give 
All back to Fate and her : I will submit 
To thy stern will, and bow myself to it. 
Enduring still, though desolate, to live: 



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If it indeed be life, 
Even so resigning, to sit pr.ticnce-mad, 
To feci the zepliyrsbuin, the sunlight sad. 
The peace of holy heaven, a restless strife. 

Haho! what words are these? 
How can I live and lose him? how not go 
Whither love draws me for a soul loved so? 
How yet endure such sorrow? — or how cease? 

Wind of the Indian wave! 
If that thou canst, blow poison here, not nard; 
God of tiie five shafts! shoot thy sharpest hard. 
And kill me, Radha, — Radha who forgave! 

Or, bitter River, 
Yamiin! be Yama's sister! be Death's kin! 
Swell thy wave up to me and gulf me in, 
Cooling this cruel, burning pain forever. 

Ah ! if only visions stir 

Grief so passionate in her, 

Wlmt divine grief icill not talce, 

Spirits in heaven for the sake 

Of those who miss love ? Oh, he uise / 

Mark this story of the skies; 

Meditate Govinda ever, 

Sitting by the sacred river, 

The mystic stream, lohich o'er his feet 

Glides slow, with murmurs low and sweet, 

Till none can tell whetJier those be 

Blue lotus-blooms, seen veiledly 

Under the tcave, or mirrored gems 

Reflected from the diadems 



TEE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 

Bound on the hroics of mighty Gods, 
Who lean from out their pure abodes, 
And leave their bright felicities 
To guide great Krishna to his skies. 

{Here ends that Sarga of the Giat Govinda entitled 

VlPRALABDHAVARiSTANE NaGARANARAYANO.) 



SARGA THE EIGHTH. 



KHAISTDITAVARNANE 
yiLAKSHALAKSHMIPATI. 

THE REBUKING OF KRISHNA. 

For when the weary night had worn away 
In these vain fears, and the clear morning broke, 
Lo, Krishna! lo, the longed-for of her soul 
Came too! — in the glad light he came, and bent 
His knees, and clasped his hands; on his dumb lips 
Fear, wonder, joy, passion, and reverence 
Strove for the trembling words, and Radha knew 
Joy won for him and her; yet none the less 
A little time she chided him, and sang, 

{What follows is to the Music BhairavI and the Mode 
Yati.) 

Krishna! — then thou hast found me! — and thine eyes 
Heavy and sad and stained, as if with weeping! 

Ah! is it not that those which were thy prize 
So radiant seemed that all night thou wert keeping 



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Vigils of tender wooing? — have thy Love! 

Here is no place for vows broken in making; 
Thou Lotus-eyed 1 thou soul for wliom I strove! 

Go! ere I listen, my just mind forsaking. 

Krishna! my Krishna with the woodland-wreath! 

Return, or I shall soften as I blame; 
^The while thy very lips are dark to the teeth 

Witli dye that from her lids and lashes came, 
Left on the mouth I touched. Fair traitor! go! 

Say not they darkened, lacking food and sleep 
Long waiting for my face; I turn it — so — 

Go! ere I half believe thee, pleading deep; 

But wilt thou plead, wdien, like a love-verse printed 

On the smooth polish of an emerald, 
I see the marks she stamped, the kisses dinted 

Large lettered, by her lips? thy speech withheld 
Speaks all too plainly; go, — abide thy choice! 

If thou dost stay, I shall more greatly grieve thee; 
Not records of her victory? — peace, dear voice! 

Hence with that godlike brow, lest I believe thee. 

For dar'st thou feign the saffron on thy bosom 
Was not implanted in disloyal embrace? 

Or that this many-colored love-tree blossom 
Shone not, but yesternight, above her face? 

Comest thou here, so late, to be forgiven, 

O thou, in whose eyes Truth Avas made to live? 

O thou, so worthy else of grace and heaven? 

thou, so nearly won? Ere I forgive. 

Go, Krishna! go! — lest I should think, unwise, 

Thy heart not false, as thy long lingering seems, 
Lest, seeing myself so imaged in thine eyes, 

1 shame the name of Pity — turn to dreams 



TEE IKDIAJS' SONG OF 80NG8. 59 

Th8 sitcrecl sound of vows; make Virtue grudge 
Her praise to Mercy, calling thy sins liglit; 

Go tiierefore, dear ofleuder! go! thy Judge 
Had best not see thee to give sentence right.* 

But may lie grant us peace at last and bliss 

Who heard, — and smiled to hear, — delays like this, 

Delays that dallied with a dream come true. 

Fond wilful angers; for the maid laughed too 

To see, as Radha ended, her hand take 

His dark robe for her veil, and Krishna make 

The word she spoke for pa/rting kindliest sign 

He should not go, but stay. grace divine, 

Be ou7's too ! Jayadev, the Poet of love 

Prays it from Hari, lordliest above. 

{Here ends that Sarga of the Gita Govinda entitled 

EhANDITAVARNANE VlLAKSHALAKSHlNIIPATI. ) 



SAEGA THE NINTH 



KALAHAiSTTARITAVARNANE 
MUGDHAMUKUNDO. 

THE END OF KRISHNA'S TRIAL. 

Yet not quite did the doubts of Radha die, 
Nor her sweet brows unbend; but she, the Maid — 
Knowing her heart so tender, her soft arms 
Aching to take him in, her rich mouth sad 
For the coming of liis kiss, and these fears false — 
Spal^e yet a little in fair words like these, 
* The text here is not closely followed. 



60 TEE ELZEVIR LIBBART. 

{What follows is to the Music Gurjjari and the Mode 
Yati.) 

The lesson that thy faithful love has taught him 

He has heard; 
The wind of spring, obeying thee, hath brought him 

At thy word ; 
What joy in all the three worlds was so precious 

To thy miud? 
Md kooroo mdnini mdnamay^* 

Ah, be kind! 

No longer from his earnest eyes conceal 

Thy delights; 
Lift thj'' face, and let the jealous veil reveal 

All his rights; 
The glory of thy beauty was but given 

For content; 
Md kooroo mdiiini mdnamaye, 

Oh, relent! 

Remember, being distant, how he bore thee 

In his heart; 
Look on him sadly turning from before thee 

To depart ; 
Is he not the soul thou lovedst, sitting lonely 

In the wood? 
Md kooroo mdnini mdnamaye, 

'Tis not good! 

He who grants thee high delight in bridal- bower 

Pardons long; 
What the gods do love may do at such an hour 

Without wrong; 

* My proud one 1 do not indulge in scorn. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 61 

Why weepest tliou? why keepest thou in anger 

Thy lashes down? 
Md kooroo mdnini mdnamaye. 

Do not frown I 

Lift thine eyes now, and look on him, bestowing. 

Without speech; 
Let him pluck at last the flower so sweetly growing 

In his reach ; 
The fruit of lips, of loving tones, of glances 

That forgive; 
Md kooroo mdmni mdnamayh, 

Let him live! 

Let him speak with thee, and pray to thee, and prove 
thee 

All his truth; 
Let his silent loving lamentation move thee 

Asking ruth ; 
How know est thou? Ah, listen, dearest Lady, 

He is there ; 
Md kooroo mdnini mdnamay^, 

Thou must hear! 



rare t)oice, which is a 
Unto all on ',arth wlio dwell / 
O rich voloe of raphtrous love^ 
Making melody above / 
Krishna's, Ilari's — one in two, 
Sound these mortal verses through I 
Sound like that softfiute which made 
Such a magic in the shade — 
Calling deer-eyed maidens nigh. 
Waking wish and stirring sigh. 



62 TEE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. 

Thrilling blood and melting breasts, 
Whispering love's divine unrests, 
Winning blessings to descend, 
Bringing earthly ills to end; — 
Be thou heard in this song now 
Thou, the great Enchantment, thou ! 

{Here ends that Sarga of the Gita Govinda entitled 
Kalahantarita-varnane Mugdhamukundo. ) 



SARGA THE TENTH. 



MANINIVARNANE 
CHATUEACHATUKBHUJO. 

KRISHNA IN PARADISE. 

But she, abasing still her glorious eyes. 

And still not yielding all lier face to bim, 

Relented, till with softer upturned look 

Slie smiled, while the Maid pleaded; so thereat 

Came Krishna nearer, and his eager lips 

Mixed sighs with words in this fond song he sang, 

[What follows is to the Music DESiiiYAVARADi and the 

Mode ASHTATALI.) 

O angel of my hope! O my heart's home! 

My fear is lost in love, my love in fear; 
This bids me trust my burning wish, and come, 

That checks me with its memories, drawing near: 
Lift up thy look, and let the thing it saith 
End fear with grace, or darken love to death. 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 63 

Or only speak once more, for though thou slay me, 
Thy heavenly mouth must move, and I shall hear 

Dulcet delights of perfect music sway me 
Again — again that voice so blest and dear; 

Sweet Judge! the prisoner prayeth for his doom 

That he may hear his fate divinely come. 

Speak once more! then thou canst not choose but show 
Thy mouth's unparalleled and honeyed wonder 

Where, like pearls hid in red lipped sliells, the row 
Of pearly teeth thy rose-red lips lie under; 

Ah me! I am that bird that woos the moon. 

And pipes— poor fool! to make it glitter soon. 

Yet hear me on — because I cannot stay 
The passion of my soul, because my gladness 

Will pour forth from my heart,— since that far day 
When through the mist of all my sin and sadness 

Thou didst vouchsafe— Surpassing One!— to break, 

All else I slighted for thy noblest sake. . 

Thou, thou hast been my blood, my breath, my being; 

The pearl to plunge for in the sea of life; 
The sight to strain for, past the bounds of seeing; 

The victory to win through longest strife; 
My Queen! my crowned Mistress! my sphered bride! 
Take this for truth, that what I say beside 

Of bold love — grown full-orbed at sight of thee — 
May be forgiven with a quick remission ; 

For, thou divine fulfilment of all hope! 

Thou all-undreamed completion of the vision! 

I gaze upon thy beauty, and my fear 

Passes as clouds do, when the moon shines clear. 



64 THE ELZEVIR LIBEART, 

So if thou'rt angry still, this sliall avail, 

Look straight at me, and let thy bright glance wound 
me; 
Fetter me! gyve me! lock me in the gaol 

Of thy delicious arms; make fast around me 
The sillv-soft manacles of wrists and hands, 
Then kill me! I shall never break those bands. 

The starlight jewels flashing on thy breast 
Have not my right to hear thy beating heart; 

The happy jasmine-buds that clasp thy waist 
Are soft usurpers of my place and part; 

If that fair girdle only there must shine. 

Give me the girdle's life — the girdle mine! 

Thy brow like smooth BandhUka-leaves; thy cheek 
Which the dark-tinted Madhuk's velvet shows; 

Thy long-lashed Lotus eyes, lustrous and meek; 
Thy nose a Tila-bud; thy teeth like rows 

Of Kuuda-petals! he who pierceth hearts 

Points with thy loveliness all five darts. 

But Radiant, Perfect, Sweet, Supreme, forgive! 

My heart is wise — my tongue is foolish still: 
I know where 1 am come — I know I live — 

I know that thou art Radha — that this Avill 
Last and be heaven: that I have leave to rise 
iFp from thy feet, and look into thine eyes! 

And, nearer coming, I ask for grace 
Now that the blest eyes turn to mine; 

Faithful I stand in this sacred place 
Since first I saw them shine: 

Dearest glory that stills my voice. 

Beauty unseen, unknown, unthought*. 

Splendor of love, in whose sweet light 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 65 

Darkness is past and nought; 
Ab, beyond words that sound on eartli, 

Golden bloom of the garden of heaven 1 
Jtadha, enchantress! Radha, the queen! 

Be this trespass forgiven — 
In that 1 dare, "with courage too much 

And a heart afraid, — so bold it is grown — 
To hold thy hand with a bridegroom's touch, 

And take thee for mine, mine own.* 

So tliey met and so they ended 
Pain and jmrting, being blended 
Life with life — made one for ever 
In high love; and Jayadexa 
Ilasteneih on to close the story 
Of their bridal grace and glory. 
{Here ends that Sarga of the Gita Govinda entitled 
Maninivakmane Chaturachaturbhujo. ) 



SARGA THE ELEVENTH. 



EADHIKAMILANE 
SANANDADAMODAEO. 

THE UNION OF RADHA AND KRISHNA. 

Thus followed soft and lasting peace, and griefs 

Died while she listened to his tender tongue, 

Her eyes of antelope alight with love; 

And while he led the way to the bride-bower 

The maidens of her train adorned her fair 

With golden marriage-cloths, and sang this song, 

* Much here also is necessarily paraphrased. 



THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY, 



( ^Yhat follows is to the Music Vasanta and the Mode 
Yati) 

Follow, happy Radha! follow,— 

la the quiet falling twilight — 
The steps of him who followed thee 

So steadfastly aud far; 
Let us bring thee where the Banjulas 

Have spread a roof of crimson, 
Lit up by many a marriage-lamp 

Of planet, sun, aud star: 
For the hours of doubt are over, 

And thy glad and faithful lover 
Hath found the road by tears and prayers 

To thy divinest side; 
And thou wilt not now deny him 

One delight of all thy beauty, 
But yield up open-hearted 

His pearl, his prize, his bride. 



Oh, follow! while we fill the air 

With songs and softest music; 
Lauding thy wedded loveliness, 

Dear Mistress past compare! 
For there is not any splendor 

Of Apsarasas immortal — 
No glory of their beauty rich — 

But Radha has a share; 
Oh, follow! while we sing the song 

That fills the worlds with longing. 
The music of the Lord of love 

Who melts all hearts with bliss; 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 67 

For now is born the gladness 

That springs from mortal sadness, 

And all soft thoughts and things and hopes 
Were presages of this. 



Then, follow, happiest Lady! 

Follow him thou lovest wholly; 
The hour is come to follow now 

The soul thy spells have led; 
His are thy breasts like jasper-cups, 

And his thine eyes like planets; 
Thy fragrant hair, thy stately neck, 

Thy queenly sumptuous head; 
Thy soft small feet, thy perfect lips, 

Thy teeth like jasmine petals, 
Thy gleaming rounded shoulders. 

And long caressing arms. 
Being thine to give, are his; and his 

The twin strings of thy girdle. 
And his the priceless treasure 

Of thine utter-sweetest charms. 

So follow ! while the flowers break forth. 

In white and amber clusters, 
At the breath of thy pure presence, 

And the radiance on thy brow; 
Oh, follow where the Asokas wave 

Their sprays of gold and purple, 
As if to beckon thee the way 

That Krishna passed but now; 
He is gone a little forward! 

Though thy stops are faint for pleasure. 
Let him hear the tattling ripple 



; THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. 

Of the bangles round thy feet; 
Moving slowly o'er the blossoms 

On the path which he has shown thee, 
That when he turns to listen 

It may make his fond heart beat. 

And loose thy jewelled gii'dle 

A little, that its rubies 
May tinkle softest music too, 

And whisper thou art near; 
Though now% if in the forest 

Thou should'st bend one blade of Kusha 
With silken touch of passing foot, 

His heart w^ould know and hear; 
Would hear the wood-buds saying, 

" It is Radha's foot that passes;" 
Would hear the wind sigh love-siclc, 

"It is Radha's fragrance, this;" 
Would hear thine own heart beating 

Within i\\y panting bosom. 
And know thee coming, coming, 

His — ever, — ever — his ! 

" Mine!'" — hark! we are near enough for hearing- 

" Soon she will come — she icill smile — she will say 
Honey-sweet loords of heavenly endearing ; 
soul ! listen ; my Bride is on her way T 

Hear'st him not, my Radha? 

Lo, night bendeth o'er thee — 
Darker than dark Tamala-leaves — 

To list thy marriage-song; 
Dark as the touchstone that tries gold, 

And see now — on before thee — 
Those lines of tender liglit that creep 

The clouded sky alouK: 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 69 

O night! that trieth gold of love, 

This love is proven perfect! 
O lines that streak the touchstone sky. 

Flash forth true shining goldl 
O rose-leaf feet, go boldly! 

O night! — that lovest lovers — 
Thy softest robe of silence 

About these bridals fold I 

See'st thou not, my Radha? 

Lo, the night, thy bridesmaid, 
Comes! — her eyes thick-painted 

With soorma of the gloom — 
The night that binds the planet-worlds 

For jewels on her forehead. 
And for emblem and for garland 

Loves the blue-black lotus-bloom; 
The night that scents her breath so sweet 

With cool and musky odors, 
That joys to spread her veil of shad^ 

Over the limbs of love; 
And when, with loving weary, 

Yet dreaming love, they slumber, 
Sets the far stars for silver lamps 

To light them from above. 

So came she where he stood, awaiting her 

At the bower's entry, like a god to see. 

With marriage-gladness and the grace of heaven. 

The great pearl set upon his glorious head 

Shone like a moon among the leaves, and shone 

Like stars the gems that kept her gold gown close: 

But still a little while she paused — abashed 

At her delight, of her deep joy afraid — 

And they that tended her sang once more this. 



70 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY. 



{What follows is to the Music Vahadi and the Mode 

RUPAKA.) 

Enter, thrice-happy! enter, thrice-desired! 
And let the gates of Hari shut thee in 
With the soul destined to thee from of old. 

Tremble not! lay thy lovely shame aside; 

Lay it aside with thine unfastened zone, 

And love him with the love that knows not fear; 

Because it fears not change; enter thou in, 
Flower of all sweet and stainless womanhood! 
For ever to grow bright, for ever new; 

Enter beneath the flowers, O flower-fair! 

Beneath these tendrils, Loveliest! that entwine 

And clasp, and wreathe and cling, with kissing stems; 

Enter, with tender-blowing airs of heaven 
Soft as love's breath and gentle as the tones 
Of lover's whispers, when the lips come close: 

Enter the house of Love, O loveliest! 
Enter the marriage-bower, most beautiful! 
And take and give the joy that Hari grants. 

Thy heart has entered, let thy feet go too! 
Lo, Krishna! lo, the one that thirsts for thee! 
Give him the drink of amrit from thy lips. 

Then she, no more delaying, entered straight; 

Her step a little faltered, but her face 

Shone with unutterable quick love; and — while 



THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 71 

The music of lier bangles passed the porch — 
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast e3"es, 
Departed shamed * . . . and like the mighty deep, 
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life 
Uprose to drink her beams. 

{Here ends that Sarga of the Gita Govinda entitled 
Eadhikamilane Sanandadamodaro.) 



Harikeepyoul He whose might, 

On the King of Serpents seated, 
Flashes forth in dazzling light 

From the Great Snake's gems repeated: 
Hari keep you! He whose graces, 

Manifold in majest}^ — 
Multiplied in heavenly places — 

Multiply on earth — to see 
Better with a hundred eyes 

Her bright charms who by him lies. 



What skill may he in singing, 

What worship sound in song, 
WJiat lore be taught in loving, 

What right divined from wrong 
Such things hath Jayadeva — 

In this his Hymn of Love, 
Which lauds Govinda ever, — 

Displayed; may all approve ! 



* This complete anticipation (salajjd lajjdpi) of the hne— 

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^occurs at the close of the Sarga, part of which is here perforce 
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To BUILD UP worn-out nerves, to banish sleeplessness, neu- 
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To PROMOTE good digestion. — I)r. Filmore. 

To " STAMP OUT " consumption. — Dr. Churchill. 

To " coMPLETLY cure night sweats." — John B. Quigley. 

To MAINTAIN the capabilities of the brain and nerves to per- 
form aU functions even at the highest tension. — £J. L. Kellogg. 

To RESTORE the energy lost by nervousness, debihty, over- 
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To STRENGTHEN the intellect so that study and deep mental 
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To DEVELOP good teeth, glossy hair, c'ear skin, handsome nails 
in the young, so that they may be an inheritance in later years. — 
Editor School Journal. 

To ENLARGE the Capabilities for enjoyment. — National Journal 
of Education. 

To " MAKE life a pleasure," "not a daily suffering" **I 
really urge you to put it to the test." — Miss Emily Faithfull. 

To AMPLIFY bodily and mental power to the present genera- 
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LOVELL'S LIBRARY.-CATALOGUE. 



16$. Mysterious Island, Pt II. ij 
Mysterious Island,PtI 1 1. 15 

«86. fcir Brown at Oxford, 
2 Parts, each .....15 

187. Thicker than Water.... 20 

188. In Silk Attire 20 

189. Scottish Chiefs, Part I.. 20 
Scottish Chiefs, Part II. 20 

190. Willy Reilly 20 

191. The Nautz Family 20 

192. Great Expectations 20 

193. Hist.of Pendennis,Pt I.. 20 
Hist.of Pendennis,Pt II 20 

194. Widow Bedott Papers ..20 

195. Daniel Deronda, Part I.. 20 
Daniel Deronda, Part II.20 

196. AltioraPeto 20 

197. By the Gate of the Sea. . 15 

198. Tales of a Traveller 20 

199. Life and Voyages of Co- 
lumbus, 2 Parts, each. 20 

200. The Pilgrim's Progress.. 20 

201. MartinChuzzlewitjP'rt I.20 
MartinChuzzlewit,P't II.20 

202. Theophrastus Such 10 

203. Disarmed 15 

204. Eugene Aram 20 

205. The Spanish Gypsy, &c.ao 

206. Cast up by the Sea 20 

207. Mill on the Floss, Part T.15 
Mill on the Floss, P't II. 15 

208. Brother Jacob, etc 10 

209. The Executor 20 

2 10. American Notes 15 

211. The Newcomes, Part I.. 20 
The Newcomes, Part II.20 

212. The Privateersman 20 

213. The Three Feathers.... 20 

214. Phantom Fortune....... 20 

215. The Red Eric .=.20 

216. Lady Silverdale's Sweet- 

heart 10 

217. The Four MacriMl's. ..«» 
2i8.Mr.PisistratusBrown,M.P.io 

219. Dombeyand Son,Part I.20 
Dombey and Son,Part II.20 

220. Book of Snobs 10 

221. Fairy Tales, Illustrated.. 20 

222. The Disowned..... 20 

223. Little Dorrit, Part 1 20 

Little Dorrit, Part II ... .20 

224. Abbotsford and New. 

stead Abbey 10 

225. Oliver Goldsmith, Black 10 

226. The Fire Brigade 20 

227. Rifle and Hound in Cey- 
lon 20 

228. Our Mutual Friend.P't 1. 20 
^ OurMutualFriend,P't II.20 

229. Paris Sketches 15 

230. Belinda 20 

231. Nicholas Nickleby.P't 1. 20 
NicholasNickleby.P't n.20 

232. Monarch of Mincing 

Lane 20 

233. Eight Years' Wanderings 
in Ceylon 20 

234. Pictures from Italy 15 

235. Adventures of Philip, Pt 1. 15 
Adventures of Philip, Pt II. 15 

136. Knickerbocker History 
of New York ....ao 



237. The Boy at Mugby 10 

238. The Virginians, Part I.. 20 
The Virginians, Part 1 1. 20 

239. Erling the Bold 20 

240. KeneTm Chillingly. .. . . .20 

241. Deep Down ....20 

242. Samuel Brohl & Co 20 

243. Gautran 20 

244. Bleak House, Part I.... 20 
Bleak House, Part 1 1... 20 

245. What Will He Do With 

It ? 2 Parts, each 20 

246. Sketches of YoungCouples. 10 

247. Devereux 20 

248. Life of Webster, Part 1. 15 
0- Life of Webster, Pt. 11. 15 

249. The Crayon Papers 20 

250. The Caxtons, Part I.... 15 
The Caxtons, Part II... 15 

251. Autobiography of An- 

thony TroUope 20 

252. Critical Reviews, etc. ... 10 

253. Lucretia ..20 

254. Peter the Whaler 20 

255. Last of the Barons. Pt I.15 
Last of the Barons,Pt.II. 15 

256. Eastern Sketches 15 

257. All in a Garden Fair.. ..20 

258. File No. 113 «..2o 

259. The Parisians, Part I... 20 
The Parisians, Part II.. 20 

260. Mrs.Darling*s Letters. ..20 

261. Master Humphrey's 
Clock 10 

262. Fatal 6oot9,etc 10 

263. The Alhambra. .15 



367. TheHaunted House, etc. 10 
268. When the Ship Comes 

Home 10 

869. One False, both Fair.... 20 

270. The Mudfog Papers, etc. to 

271. My Novel, 3 Parts, each.20 

272. Conquest of Granada. ..20 
2 73. Sketches by Boz 20 

274. A Christmas Carol, etc. . 15 

275. lone Stewart 20 

276. Harold, 2 Parts, each... 15 

277. Dora Thome 20 

278. Maid of Athens. 20 

279. Conquest of Spain 10 

280. Fitzboodle Papers, etc.. 10 

281. Bracebridge Hall 20 

282. Uncommercial Traveller.20 

283. Roundabout Papers 20 

284. Rossmoyne 20 

285. A Legend of the Rhine, 

etc .....10 

286. Cox's Diary, etc 10 

287. Beyond Pardon 20 

288. Somebody'sLuggage,etc,io 

289. Godolphin. 20 

290. Salmagundi 20 

291. Famous Funny Fellows. 20 

292. Irish Sketches, etc 20 

293. The Battle of Life, etc. 10 

294. Pilgrims of the Rhine ...15 

295. Random Shots 20 

206. Men's Wives 10 

297. Mystery of Edwin Drood.2o 



298. Reprinted Pieces 20 

299. Astoria ....20 

300. Novels by Eminent Handsio 

301. Companions of Columbus2o 

302. No Thoroughfare 10 

303. Character Sketches, etc. 10 

304. Christmas Books. .... .20 

305. A Tour on the Prairies.. .10 

306. Ballads ti5 

307; Yellowplush Papers 10 

308. Life of Mahomet, Part 1. 15 
Life of Mahomet, Pt. II. IS 

309. Sketchesand Travels in 

i' London ....10 

310. Oliver Goldsmith,Irving.2o 

311. Captain Bonneville ....20 

312. Golden Girls 20 

313. English Humorists le 

314. Moorish Chronicles 10 

315. Winifred Power 20 

316. Great HoggartyDiamond 10 

317. Pausanias 15 

318. The New Abelard 20 

319. A Real Queen 20 

320. The Rose and the Ring.20 

321. Wolfert's Roost and Mis- 

cellanies, bv Irving.. . - 10 

322. Mark Seaworth 20 

323. Life of Paul Jones 20 

324. Round the World 20 

325. Elbow Room 20 

326. The Wizard's Son 25 

327. Harry Lorrequer 20 

328. How It All Came Round. 20 

329. Dante Rosetti's Poems. 20 

330. The Canon's Ward 20 

331. Lucile, by O. Meredith. 20 

332. Every Day Cook Book.. 20 

333. Lays of Ancient Rome.. 20 

334. Life of Bums 20 

335. The Young Foresters. .. 20 

336. John Bull andHis Island 20 

337. Salt Water, by Kingston. 20 

338. The Midshipman 20 

339. Proctor's Poems 20 

340. Clayton's Rangers. . ... .20 

341. Schiller's Poems 20 

342. Goethe's Faust 20 

343. Goethe's Poems 20 

344. Life of Thackeray 10 

345. Dante's Vision of Hell, 
purgatory and Paradise.. 20 

346. An Interesting Case.... 20 

347. Life of Byron, Nichol...io 

348. Life of Bunyan 10 

349. Valerie's Fate 10 

350. Grandfather Lickshingle.20 

351. Lays of the Scottish Ca- 

valiers 20 

352. Willis* Poems 20 

353. Tales of the French Re- 

volution IS 

354. Loom and Lugger.... ..20 

355. More Leaves from a Life 

in the Highlands iJ 

356. Hygiene ofthe Airain. ..25 

357. Berkeley the Banker. ...20 

358. Homes Abroad 15 

359. Scott's Lady of the Lake, «s 

with notes.... ao 

360. Modem Christianity a 
civilized H eathenism, . . . r' 



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The demands now made by an educated musical public are so exacting that very few 
Piduoforte Manufacturers can produce Instruments that will t^tand the test which merit 
requires. SOHMER & CO., as Manufacturers, rank amongst these chosen few, who are 
acknowledged to be makers of standard instruments. In these days, when Manufacturers 
urge the low price of their wares rather than their superior quality as an inducement lo 
purchase, it may not be amiss to suggest that.iu a Piano, quality and price are too in- 
separably ioined to expect the one without the o'her. „-,,v 

Every Piano ought to be judged as to the quality of its tone, its touch, and its wo*k- 
manship; if any one of these is wanting in excellence, however good the others may oe, 
the instrument will bo imperfect. It is the combination of these qualities m the higne^'t 
degree that constitutes the perfect Piano, and it is this combination tliat has given wio 
" yOHMER " its honorable position with the trade and the public. 

Eeceiyed First Prize Centennial Exliibition, Philadelphia, 1876. 
Received First Prize at Exhibition, Montreal, Canada, 1881 & 1882. 

SOHMER & CO., Manufacturers, 

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